Lost crowns ...

Walking through the dunes, I remembered the story about three lost crowns - 

Grey waves broke upon the shore - 

A cold wind blew through the marram grass - 

There were dark clouds in the sky -

Mounds of sand and thin soil hiding flint and bone -

Any moment I might see a thin shape cross the path - 

I remembered the name of the story -

A Warning To The Curious -

The icy guile of the man who wrote it - 

How I'd put the book down, and looked round the room for shadows -

Sunday 15 November 2020

Middle Beach 

Studland 

Dorset